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Glancing up to catch the fleeting traces of several frightened rats scurrying under a nearby fence I shake my head, thankful they are only rats.
Last night it was not a group of rats wrenching me from my sleep but rather someone rummaging through my backpack, only a foot from my head. In the morning I realized that my only sweatshirt had been stolen. Quite a bummer.
However, considering there was someone I didn’t know bending over both me and my pack, I am rather grateful they decided to take my sweatshirt rather than to give me a brick in the head. Besides, it’s too hot to for a sweatshirt anyway.
Tomorrow Sam and I are going to go to Zacchaeus’ Kitchen for breakfast. The food is good, and they usually have enough for seconds. That is probably the only meal we’re going to eat, unless we panhandle in Georgetown.
Incredible story. New author Mike Yankoski tells Dr. James Dobson about his journey as a homeless man. If you want to hear the interview, go here.